The Glass Castle
Castles it always seems
Bring nightmares, instead of sweet dreams.
So to turn that somehow around
Making it glass would be most profound.
Everything clear and bright as the sun
No tiny dark corners that will make me run.
Stairways that spiral all the way to the top
Spacious and clean, not dampened with rot.
A home in which one can roam unafraid
No shadows among when the sun finally fades.
One can see in and one can see out
If your a friend, you'll never have doubt.
That once your inside, your welcomed to stay
As long as you'd like, a week or a day.
For this castle will be place that loves
That lives and laughs and cries with doves.
This home will welcome any soul indeed
That toils and frets and cries with plead.
To be taken in and fed with grace
To lighten Your load
It accepts any race.
The Glass Castle is a house without masks
Its clear, it's real
It won't question, it ASKS.
"Are you doing ok?", "What is it that ails?"
"What is your story?", "Tell me your tales!"
Because your words are just simply that
Your personal diary, you hold the bat.
For love of the game is the motto you see
The game being life, the players are key.
The team that you choose should be chosen with care
So you'll trust all of those who enter the lair.
My glass castle is yours as well.
When your heart needs a friend
Please ring the bell.
Copyright © Kristen Bruni | Year Posted 2009
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